We All Search
We are all born somehow. Me, I came from nothingness, descending from the fog of ethereal clouds. I emerged far before you. Naked. Crying.
The cosmos were my playground. I shaped galaxies, your family, your race, and you from the remains of my ancestors. I know they frown down upon me. The same things you wonder plague me too. Am I alone?
My life is long, but it is not eternal, like many think. Just long enough for me to ponder my actions. And while humanity cries up to me with a thousand different names, I too search for my God.